Never took the time to go out at night, to look at the stars, the shooting stars, to listen to nature’s song of the birds, the bugs, the coyotes. Was told that bad things happen at those hours but it seems that bad things happen at all hours. Why not find beauty in the late and early hour if it can be found in the waking ones too?
Hey y’all. I didn’t plan on posting today but I’m literally just watching rabbits in the yard right now (it might be a slow night, lol.)
And now for a shameless plug:
If you haven’t already done so, feel free to check out the Unnecessary Podcast. My good friend Clint (also co-contributor on this site) hosts it (and I tag along to make an ass of myself 😉) We’re going to incorporate some poetry at some point so if you would like to read something on there (pre-recorded or otherwise) or have something read (likely by Clint), feel free to drop a line on the contact page or send me an email at email@example.com .
Hope y’all have a more exciting Friday night than me and these long-earred fiends😄 God bless! –the real C. D.